The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - [Author: Writing Ant]

Chapter 40

There was a lion's head drawn on the left side of their silver armor. It was the Owen Kingdom's emblem.

The other trainees and swordsmen also stopped walking, watching the Owen Kingdom's knights passing by.

"They are the envoys of the Owen Kingdom."

Dorian stood next to him and gently whistled.

"Envoys?"

"They've been cleaning everywhere in the household because of the Owen Kingdom's envoys. Did you not know?"

"I didn't. But their numbers are pretty small for an envoy."

Raon furrowed his brows, looking at the small children walking behind the knights.

"Ah, they are the knight trainees that came along with the third prince of the Owen Kingdom. They must be here to get some experience."

"You are knowledgeable."

"Because there were rumors about it. Look, everyone looks like they knew about it already."

"That's true."

It looked like he was the only one who didn't know about it, and maybe Runaan, who was usually just blank.

Raon looked through the kingdom's envoys.

'They are pretty strong.'

The knight trainees were as strong as the trainees in the fifth training ground, as if they were proving they were from the Six Kings just like the Ziegharts.

'Well, whether they are strong or not doesn't really matter to me... huh?'

When he was turning around to head towards the training ground, he met the eyes of the knight trainee that was standing at the frontmost.

His sky like blue eyes contained an unshakable spirit.

'He is pretty strong for his age.'

He understood it just by looking at him. That knight trainee was the strongest of them.

'However.'

That assessment was considering his age, and he still had a long way to go to be considered good for Raon.

As expected, the blue-eyed child couldn't read Raon's strength, turning around after looking at him for a moment.

'I have no time to pay attention to something like that.'

He was busy completing his footwork and swordsmanship. Since he wasn't going to meet the kingdom's envoys, watching them for a moment was plenty.

Raon walked towards the training ground, only thinking about the footwork's flows.

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'What is this...?'

For the first time in his life, the third prince of the Owen Kingdom, Greer De Owen felt a chill go down his spine.

He slowly raised his head. The more his gaze raised, the more difficult it became for him to breathe.

Everything was because of the man who that sitting at the top.

The Destructive King of the North, Glenn Zieghart. The man called the strongest swordsman of the continent zapped all his strength from his limbs just from being seen.

"Thank you for your effort on your trip."

"Thank you for your warm welcome."

He barely managed to come to his senses thanks to Duke Tartan's voice from next to him.